Bellerman Packer

Bellerman Packer
 Is an elephant of character,
The sort you want at parties
 When things are rather dull,
He wears an orange waistcoat
 With buttons made of beans,
He has a sort of pocket watch
 That no one ever sees,
He's good at folding paper
 Making animal balloons,
His stories of the jungle
 Has everyone in stitches,
But he has nasty habit
 That puts him to shame,
He's always sipping Cider 
 And Cider makes him sneeze,
Now there's something quite disarming
 One may say quite alarming,
About the sight of Bellerman
 When Bellerman starts sneezing,
It's not the sound like thunder
 Or his buttons flying off,
It's the way he blows you over
 Blows every thing in sight,
You can move out all the tables
 You can hide the raspberry jam,
But your efforts will be wasted
 There is nothing you can do,
When Bellerman starts his sneezing
 He will blow you down the stairs,
It is sad that such an elephant
 Of character indeed,
Should take to drinking Cider
 He'd be better eating cheese.

 
                             Tony